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With her appearance and personality it wouldn't be that difficult. Samantha was absolutely stunning. Blonde thick straight hair paired up with some jade green eyes that could manipulate you into anything. How did you think she made me hire her? I was between her and a Harvard graduate with two years experience. But her disarming kindness connected with the confidence she exuded the moment she stepped in won me over. She was the type of girl you'd never hurt and the kind of girl you'd certainly take home to mother. Everybody loved her. No matter what their age, sex or interests were, Samantha would make them feel comfortable and appreciated. They would make them feel like they matter. Lucky m

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She just glanced at the two people who visited Shawn as if they weren't important enough to get her attention, and then her gaze stopped at Shawn. The guy was different from his two friends, who looked like homeless people. Shawn, minus the scars on his face, the piercings in his ears, the tattoos on his arms, or even his long messy hair, Jocelyn was sure he could still look neat and classy. His skin was bright and clean. His body is also tall and proportional. His facial structure is excellent, could even say handsome. Well, maybe it was also due to mixed races because usually, mixed-blood didn't look so poor when they really were. And Jocelyn was sure Shawn wasn't pure Indonesian, judging

I whisper against her skin as I stay still, waiting for her to curse me and push me off her. “Yes?” I ask. She says nothing. I lean up and slowly pull out of her and she let out a soft erotic moan. Then, I drive straight into her again. Hard. She gasps, her eyes flying open before meeting mine. “This feels so…” she stutters. Please say good and not horrible because my dick will fall off if I have to stop now. “Insane.” She completes, hands pinned above her head in forced submission. I pull out of her again, torturously slow before driving back into her warm sleek tunnel with force. She buckles in my hold, her gaze flashing to where we are connected.

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